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He looked at me, with that deep glare. “You got my heart already. It’s just been through war, and I can’t promise I’ma be perfect tomorrow. All I can promise is I’m makin’ room for you, and I’m not lettin’ nobody else in it.”

I sat with that for a second letting it marinate. “I get it,” I said. “But while you’re figuring it out, keep your extracurriculars away from me. I don’t need to know, don’t need to hear, and I damn sure won’t wait a decade for you to figure it out.”

He simply nodded his head. “Noted, wifey. Loud and clear.”

Then he made a call, right there at the table, speaking low into his phone. “Push the flight back. We takin’ one more day.” He looked at me afterwards, flashing that cocky smile… that Miami King smile. “I want more time with you… you deserve it.”

For the first time in forever, I actually felt chosen.

After we finished dinner, we went inside the villa and the soft sounds of ocean waves crept through the open sliding doors, along with the sounds of the blending with the faint music playing from the villa’s surround sound speakers.

I stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the bathroom, unpinning my curls, letting my hair fall down the middle of my back.

The silk robe laid clung against my body like it was made just for me hugging my shape.

It was a deep red just like all that the wine I’d been drinking.

My heart and mind was still digesting his words from earlier.

I didn’t know what it was about this man.

He could piss me off and melt me in the same damn breath.

When I stepped out into the bedroom, he was on the edge of the bed now shirtless, wearing black boxers, and rolling a blunt like he didn’t have a worry in the world.

His chain swung low as it rested on his chest, and his tattoos danced under the golden light from the dimmed lamps.

He looked up with his eyes locking with mine. “You always gotta be that muhfuckin’ fine when I’m tryna chill?”

I raised a brow and crossed my arms. “You saying I’m stressing you out, King? Can’t be.”

He grinned as he slowly licked the blunt wrap before sealing it. “Hell yeah… and I like that shit.” I chuckled. He sparked it up, took a pull, and patted the spot beside him.

I climbed into bed but didn’t lay down. Instead, I sat with my legs crossed facing him. “You ever wonder what this could’ve been like if we didn’t meet under those circumstances?”

Dom leaned back on one arm and exhaled a thick cloud of smoke through his nostrils “Nah. I don’t wonder… I know. You probably would’ve been mine either way.”

I let out a chuckle in disbelief. “You real sure of yourself.”

“I am.”

His words lingered for a few seconds and for a while, we just sat in silence.

The air was thick and familiar how it always got with the kind of energy that couldn’t be explained with words.

It had always been like that with us. He passed me the joint.

I took it and slowly inhaled before placing my lips on top of Dom’s giving him a shot gun.

I didn’t even smoke like that, but something about being with him made everything feel different and safer…

or maybe this whole trip was dangerous to my feelings. I couldn’t tell the difference anymore.

“You know the feds gon’ be back on your ass soon,” I finally said with my eyes low, and voice mellowed out. “They don’t forget, Dom.”

He nodded. “Let ’em come. That’s why I got you, right?”

My lips formed into a smirk. “I’m not your fucking shield.”

“Nah,” he said now sitting up and grabbing my waist, pulling me close. “You my weapon.”

Those damn words hit deeper than I actually wanted them to.

That’s what made loving Dom dangerous for me.

He could fuck you up emotionally and still make you feel like the most powerful woman in the world.

He slid the robe off my shoulders without rushing and without asking as he kissed along my collarbone, down to my breast and hardened nipples.

His hands roamed my body like it was something scared.

I allowed him to touch me in ways he never did before because this time, I felt the emotional connection and not because I needed the sex, but because I needed to feel close to him… I needed everything to feel real.

Dom then stood up and held me up propping my legs over his shoulders as he gently pushed my backside up against the wall until my bare pussy was positioned right in his face.

I slowly tossed my head back anticipating feeling his tongue on my pussy and when he slithered it over my silky opening, I gasped.

“Ssssss.”

I found comfort in his strong arms, enough to ride his face like I was riding a damn horse confident he wouldn’t be dropping me.

The grip he hand on my ass cheeks were secure as he lightly sucked and slithered his tongue right above my swollen slit before resting his soft lips on it gently sucking.

Dom’s tongue moved like pro and with his eyes focused, I could tell he didn’t want to miss the show.

His face was buried so deep in it I could no longer see his nose.

“Fuckkkkk,” I moaned steadily bucking my hips.

“This my pussy,” he groaned. “Don’t ever forget that shit.”

I felt my eyes rolling in the back of my head.

Dom was doing things with his tongue that I didn’t even know was possible, especially when I felt the very tip of his tongue begin to vibrate like a machine against my clit on the verge of exploding.

The soft sounds of the breeze, the ocean waves and the music had me gone to another world as the headmaster delivered in every single way.

My legs began to quake around his shoulders, and I felt like I was about to slip but Dom wasn’t having it as he secured me again without missing a beat.

All of my blood rushed to the middle as my eyes began to water.

I was so loud, I knew they probably could hear me in all of the other villas, but I didn’t care.

“I’m about to cum Dom, ouuuu King, I’m about to cummm.

Oh, my goshhhhhh!” I cried buckling around him trying to desperately catch my breath and stop the tears from cascading out the side of my eyes, but it was too late.

Dom didn’t stop either, instead he held me tighter and kept licking using the flattest part of his tongue being extremely gentle knowing that it was very sensitive down there. “Dommmm,” I cried.

“What wifey, it taste good. Shit like water down here… Fiji.”

I damn near had to fight to be let down and when he finally did, I used the tips of my fingers to lightly push his backside on the bed.

His heavy dick print was peeking through his black briefs damn near suffocating.

My mouth began to water while my adrenaline was still pumping and my pussy still tingling. “I wanna taste you Dom,” I cooed.

“Do yo’ thang then Carmen,” he replied waiting on me to make the next move with his hard glare never leaving my body. Dom had the most beautiful, ripped in the right place body I’d ever seen and from the way he ate me up and caressed my body, I could tell that he felt the same.

I slowly dropped to my knees and slid his briefs all the way down until they formed a puddle around his ankles.

Even his dick smelled like Creed, just good, pretty, juicy with the thick veins running through it almost putting me in the mind of a long, thick snicker bar.

Dom never took his eyes off of me as I put as much of his dick into my mouth as the length would allow me to.

I instantly thought about Victoria sucking his dick and almost stopped feeling like I wanted to gag just thinking about it, but I got myself under control.

I closed my eyes and got in the groove using one hand to jack the bottom as my tongue and mouth went to work on the rest. “Mmmm this dick so fucking tasty,” I said between slurps trying to give him the nastiest head he ever had in his life.

I wanted Dom to feel the back of my throat which also allowed me to build up more saliva.

Dom gently placed his tattooed hand on top of my head as it bobbed up and down. “Damn Carmen,” he groaned exposing that sexy vein ran down the middle of his forehead when he was stimulated. The lights glistening on his skin made everything look even better. “That’s right, eat that dick up.”

I completely went to another dimension sucking his dick like a pro until I felt his body tense up.

“I wanna taste that nut,” I moaned as both our paces picked up.

I looked like a bobble head while Dom worked his stomach muscles and hips fucking the shit out of my mouth.

Saliva was every damn where making it more slippery.

I could feel myself about to cum again just from knowing he was about to nut but before he could, in one swift motion, he abruptly leaned up, forcibly grabbed me by the waist and sat me on his dick as his thickness and length ripped through my walls.

I began to bounce on Dom’s dick while he controlled the situation never removing his hands from my hips. He lifted me and slammed me down so hard, it was a painful pleasure as his mouth latched against my neck while he sucked there.

“Ahhhh,” I whimpered. “I’m about to cum. I’m about to cummmm.”

The pace picked up and Dom’s dick was so hard, I thought I’d break it.

“Cum then… cum all over this dick,” he growled right before ripping his seeds inside of me.

“Fuck,” he hissed as my own walls contracted around him gripping as tightly as they could; so tight that they started to involuntarily push him out of me.

He leaned back again allowing me to collapse on top of his chest as the rhythm of our heartbeats found each other.

That was some of the best sex I’d ever had in my life and for a moment right underneath that Bahamian moon, with his hands running up and down my back while stopping to grip my thighs, he almost acted like he was afraid to let go.

Right now, I wasn’t the cartel’s lawyer.

I wasn’t on the feds’ radar. I wasn’t the woman who had been kidnapped by her own husband, and I wasn’t the woman who'd been sold off by her parents or the one who heard Dom with another woman over the phone.

I was just Carmen, and he was just Dom. When it was over, he laid beside me with his arm draped over my waist and my head on his chest.

“You still mad at me?” he asked, in a low sleepy voice.

“I’m always mad at you,” I whispered.

He laughed. “Good, that means you still give a fuck.”

I wanted to say more, but the waves outside and his heartbeat under my ear drowned everything out. I fell asleep to the rhythm of both, knowing damn well the peace wouldn’t last long, especially not in our world, but for the night… I had him his ass all to myself.